The Prince's Wheel

[Gallic 1066]

In the autumn, the Prince ascends from his dream. His light as vibrant fires, stretched over the sky. A beauty, seen only by those who grow from the Aspects' true footsteps. A calling.

I awoke to his song.

 

In the winter, the world of steel came to cut him down. His vibrance, sullied by their smog. Their fires scorch the trees. Deniers of the season's turning; They fear rebirth.

I saw the draoii work to undo him.

 

In the spring, he came to cut them down. With one touch, their world of steel and stone crumbled, rusted. The Aspects' children retake the land. Life flourishes. It is made whole.

His purpose, it's intoxicating.

 

In the summer, he returned to sleep. Like rodents, they crawled out, humbled. But they still hadn't learned: Lost, from the day they made iron from stone...

September will make Atlas whole. Again.

[Burnsy 437]

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